Paige - Directors Lodge - Pinxton

[Mutinyonthecounty]

Happy New Year my friends.

Christmas and New Year always makes me want to reflect on my childhood and it makes me sad because I have to think about my parents. Christmas 1970 was a highlight for me though, because I received a Subutteo World Cup Edition Brazil v Italy.

It contained a TV gantry, 2 teams, match officials, floodlights, scoreboard, corner flags and pitch. When I opened it up I was beyond excitement and my dad helped me set it all up on the dining room table after Christmas lunch, where we re-enacted the 1970 World Cup final, with all the excitement, the drama and arguments and it was just fantastic. Carlos Alberta, Jairzinho, Rivelino and of course Pele. It was magical.

When we finished I packed it all away and placed it on one of the shelves my dad had put up in the alcove in the dinning room next to the fire - all ready for the next tournament with my lovely dad. It never happened though.

And I spent time over this Christmas reflecting on that memory, and now it is the first week back after the Christmas vacation and I feel a bit fed up and I’m back working and I’ve promised myself that I would visit the Directors Lodge to see Paige. She is one of the best girls I’ve seen in my whole career and I ring up at 11am and old Lou answers the phone and she tells me that Paige is available at 2.15 so I say ‘yes’ and Lou asks that if I change my mind to let her know. I won’t be changing my mind.

At 2.05 I’m knocking on the door and I’m in and upstairs and paying my £10 entrance fee and Lou is setting out the towels and paper roll and I notice that they’ve not skimped on the central heating and it’s nice and warm. First thing I do is get undressed and I’m on the bed wanking meself over a scruffy old porn magazine called ‘40+ Milfs’. I’ve become familiar with this mag over the years coming here and I flick straight to the page where a busty, dark haired princess is stuffing her fanny with her fingers and this starts me off nicely and I think I will start early with the poppers.

Paige enters the room, looking like a stripper or hooker with nice underwear and thigh harness and that looks great and she is tanned and she has this short, cropped hair which is amazingly sexy I think. And she immediately takes the bottle of poppers and sits astride my thigh and asks me to take 2x10 seconds hits and her face is so close to mine and she is looking straight at me with a really kindly look on her face and telling me that I’m doing really well. And all the time she is rubbing her pussy backwards and forwards over my thigh.

And as soon as I’ve had the 2 hits she kisses me with her tongue and there is saliva dribbling from her lips into my mouth and all the time she is looking straight into my eyes and it is really intense. And I’m thinking whether Subbuteo missed out on this and whether they could come back and do a Directors Lodge edition. And this goes on for a while, Paige giving me poppers, talking to me, kissing me and then she asks me to get on all fours and she uses a cable tie (the sort you can get in B&Q) to restrain my balls nice and tightly and she threads a rope through and hands me the end of the rope and instructs me to pull as hard as I can on the rope and it feels amazing.

By this stage, my cock is rock hard and pulled all the way back and Paige then gets a sounding rod out and inserts it all the way into my cock and that just feels incredible. It feels like one, single, never ending orgasm. I have to ask her to stop a couple of times as I think I’m going to come. And then Paige gets round the front and pulls on the rope and gives me more poppers at the same time and I have no sense of time or what is happening and I can barely speak.

At this point, Paige says that I should worship her arse. And she gets on all fours and pulls her arse open and I start eating out her shitter with my best endeavours and Paige is providing the commentary and she says that she wished my wife was here to see me do this so she can see what a cunt I am. This goes on for a while and then I am on my back and Paige is masturbating me and sounding my cock with the rod and I know I am going to have to come.

So I think this will be fun - I get back on all fours with the rope in my hands over my shoulder and I wrap the rope around my neck and Paige pulls the rope with one hand whilst wanking me from behind with the other and I’m sniffing poppers and being choked and wanked simultaneously. And I come really hard and Paige keeps on milking my cock until there is nothing left and I am exhausted and can barely move and my cock is ultra sensitive.

But then Paige has to get the cable tie cutter out and this is the worst part as she is trying to get her fingers and the cable cutter in between my balls and the nylon cable. It’s a delicate operation. And she had to tell me to ‘just relax’ and she snipped it off (the cable tie). I still have the normal brace of testicles. I hand her £70 for her trouble. I ask Paige whether she is familiar with the outcome of the 1970 World Cup. She looks at me all weird like.

I have to say that Paige is great and I would recommend her. There is no rush and the pricing is spot on.

That night I decide to go for a walk whilst I still have Christmas 1970, Subbuteo, the 1970 World Cup and my dad on my mind. And I find myself passing by that house from 1970 and low and behold the curtains are open and the light is on and I can see straight into the dining room. And I stand there and gaze into that room for a minute or so and I picture me and my dad fighting out the last few minutes of that Christmas 1970 Subbuteo World Cup final and I think how wonderful that was and I also notice that the shelf my dad put up is still there. The one where I packed my Subbuteo set away, waiting the the next tournament that never came.

I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, like playing Subbuteo with my dad or summer picnics with my mum, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from it either or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.

When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves unhindered as few adults can.

The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.

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[Charliehutton]

Simply marvellous, MotC, even by your own standards. I have so many responses to this churning inside my head I'll have to get back to you, probably in instalments. What a joy to read!

[JD1]

Interesting read as always. Christmas has become a sad period of reflection for me too, but a good punt certainly helps.

[Charliehutton]

We nicknamed my favourite player Gerd Muller, because he ended up with the same muscular thighs, and was just as lethal in front of goal. Someone had trodden on him after he'd gone flying through a gap in the fence, and I repaired him with the same polystyrene cement I used to make my Airfix model planes, but used too much of it, and his legs became sort of squidged together. Funnily enough, though, when you flicked him he'd stay leaning forward at 45 degrees for a fraction longer than other players, so it was easier for him to get under the ball and lift it off the pitch, making a shot virtually impossible to save.

The occasional games against my brother would invariably be abandoned before half-time in a cloud of rancour and bitterness, but we'd play entire seasons against our Dad, and those games were just the best, not least because they were accompanied by the constant backdrop of his commentary. Nobody could do a better David Coleman than him; "One-nil! You cannot give Hutton chances like that and expect to get away with it!"

Thank you, MotC, because I didn't expect a quick look at the forum to bring back such joyous memories, and a lump in my throat, too.

[chandlerhandler]

We nicknamed my favourite player Gerd Muller, because he ended up with the same muscular thighs, and was just as lethal in front of goal. Someone had trodden on him after he'd gone flying through a gap in the fence, and I repaired him with the same polystyrene cement I used to make my Airfix model planes, but used too much of it, and his legs became sort of squidged together. Funnily enough, though, when you flicked him he'd stay leaning forward at 45 degrees for a fraction longer than other players, so it was easier for him to get under the ball and lift it off the pitch, making a shot virtually impossible to save.

The occasional games against my brother would invariably be abandoned before half-time in a cloud of rancour and bitterness, but we'd play entire seasons against our Dad, and those games were just the best, not least because they were accompanied by the constant backdrop of his commentary. Nobody could do a better David Coleman than him; "One-nil! You cannot give Hutton chances like that and expect to get away with it!"

Thank you, MotC, because I didn't expect a quick look at the forum to bring back such joyous memories, and a lump in my throat, too.

 

[chandlerhandler]

Happy New Year my friends.

Christmas and New Year always makes me want to reflect on my childhood and it makes me sad because I have to think about my parents. Christmas 1970 was a highlight for me though, because I received a Subutteo World Cup Edition Brazil v Italy.

It contained a TV gantry, 2 teams, match officials, floodlights, scoreboard, corner flags and pitch. When I opened it up I was beyond excitement and my dad helped me set it all up on the dining room table after Christmas lunch, where we re-enacted the 1970 World Cup final, with all the excitement, the drama and arguments and it was just fantastic. Carlos Alberta, Jairzinho, Rivelino and of course Pele. It was magical.

When we finished I packed it all away and placed it on one of the shelves my dad had put up in the alcove in the dinning room next to the fire - all ready for the next tournament with my lovely dad. It never happened though.

And I spent time over this Christmas reflecting on that memory, and now it is the first week back after the Christmas vacation and I feel a bit fed up and I’m back working and I’ve promised myself that I would visit the Directors Lodge to see Paige. She is one of the best girls I’ve seen in my whole career and I ring up at 11am and old Lou answers the phone and she tells me that Paige is available at 2.15 so I say ‘yes’ and Lou asks that if I change my mind to let her know. I won’t be changing my mind.

At 2.05 I’m knocking on the door and I’m in and upstairs and paying my £10 entrance fee and Lou is setting out the towels and paper roll and I notice that they’ve not skimped on the central heating and it’s nice and warm. First thing I do is get undressed and I’m on the bed wanking meself over a scruffy old porn magazine called ‘40+ Milfs’. I’ve become familiar with this mag over the years coming here and I flick straight to the page where a busty, dark haired princess is stuffing her fanny with her fingers and this starts me off nicely and I think I will start early with the poppers.

Paige enters the room, looking like a stripper or hooker with nice underwear and thigh harness and that looks great and she is tanned and she has this short, cropped hair which is amazingly sexy I think. And she immediately takes the bottle of poppers and sits astride my thigh and asks me to take 2x10 seconds hits and her face is so close to mine and she is looking straight at me with a really kindly look on her face and telling me that I’m doing really well. And all the time she is rubbing her pussy backwards and forwards over my thigh.

And as soon as I’ve had the 2 hits she kisses me with her tongue and there is saliva dribbling from her lips into my mouth and all the time she is looking straight into my eyes and it is really intense. And I’m thinking whether Subbuteo missed out on this and whether they could come back and do a Directors Lodge edition. And this goes on for a while, Paige giving me poppers, talking to me, kissing me and then she asks me to get on all fours and she uses a cable tie (the sort you can get in B&Q) to restrain my balls nice and tightly and she threads a rope through and hands me the end of the rope and instructs me to pull as hard as I can on the rope and it feels amazing.

By this stage, my cock is rock hard and pulled all the way back and Paige then gets a sounding rod out and inserts it all the way into my cock and that just feels incredible. It feels like one, single, never ending orgasm. I have to ask her to stop a couple of times as I think I’m going to come. And then Paige gets round the front and pulls on the rope and gives me more poppers at the same time and I have no sense of time or what is happening and I can barely speak.

At this point, Paige says that I should worship her arse. And she gets on all fours and pulls her arse open and I start eating out her shitter with my best endeavours and Paige is providing the commentary and she says that she wished my wife was here to see me do this so she can see what a cunt I am. This goes on for a while and then I am on my back and Paige is masturbating me and sounding my cock with the rod and I know I am going to have to come.

So I think this will be fun - I get back on all fours with the rope in my hands over my shoulder and I wrap the rope around my neck and Paige pulls the rope with one hand whilst wanking me from behind with the other and I’m sniffing poppers and being choked and wanked simultaneously. And I come really hard and Paige keeps on milking my cock until there is nothing left and I am exhausted and can barely move and my cock is ultra sensitive.

But then Paige has to get the cable tie cutter out and this is the worst part as she is trying to get her fingers and the cable cutter in between my balls and the nylon cable. It’s a delicate operation. And she had to tell me to ‘just relax’ and she snipped it off (the cable tie). I still have the normal brace of testicles. I hand her £70 for her trouble. I ask Paige whether she is familiar with the outcome of the 1970 World Cup. She looks at me all weird like.

I have to say that Paige is great and I would recommend her. There is no rush and the pricing is spot on.

That night I decide to go for a walk whilst I still have Christmas 1970, Subbuteo, the 1970 World Cup and my dad on my mind. And I find myself passing by that house from 1970 and low and behold the curtains are open and the light is on and I can see straight into the dining room. And I stand there and gaze into that room for a minute or so and I picture me and my dad fighting out the last few minutes of that Christmas 1970 Subbuteo World Cup final and I think how wonderful that was and I also notice that the shelf my dad put up is still there. The one where I packed my Subbuteo set away, waiting the the next tournament that never came.

I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, like playing Subbuteo with my dad or summer picnics with my mum, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from it either or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.

When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves unhindered as few adults can.

The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.

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another classic MOTC review, as Charlie says above, very thought provoking  And as Charlie also said, responses will come in installments, but for now I couldn't help thinking that Mrs MOTC may already think that you're a cunt and that's why she doesn't play Subbuteo with you 

Happy New Year to you too 

[Dipper]

Thank you, MotC, because I didn't expect a quick look at the forum to bring back such joyous memories, and a lump in my throat, too.

My thoughts exactly CH. Thanks for putting it into words for me.

[Mutinyonthecounty]

We nicknamed my favourite player Gerd Muller, because he ended up with the same muscular thighs, and was just as lethal in front of goal. Someone had trodden on him after he'd gone flying through a gap in the fence, and I repaired him with the same polystyrene cement I used to make my Airfix model planes, but used too much of it, and his legs became sort of squidged together. Funnily enough, though, when you flicked him he'd stay leaning forward at 45 degrees for a fraction longer than other players, so it was easier for him to get under the ball and lift it off the pitch, making a shot virtually impossible to save.

The occasional games against my brother would invariably be abandoned before half-time in a cloud of rancour and bitterness, but we'd play entire seasons against our Dad, and those games were just the best, not least because they were accompanied by the constant backdrop of his commentary. Nobody could do a better David Coleman than him; "One-nil! You cannot give Hutton chances like that and expect to get away with it!"

Thank you, MotC, because I didn't expect a quick look at the forum to bring back such joyous memories, and a lump in my throat, too.

You are welcome Charlie. They are truly great memories, are they not.

Did you ever paint up your own teams when you fancied a change or got fed up with the kit ?

Last Christmas I made an Airfix Spitfire model - it was one the the big ones, can’t remember the scale of the model, but it took bloodywell ages to make. By the time I’d made it, I figured out that the mouldings they use must be older than me because I hardly anything fitted as it should and I had elastic bands around everything holding it together whilst the glue cured. Painted up it looks ok though. But Tamiya are much better quality.

One criticism I would have with the Subbuteo floodlights is that their output wasn’t sufficient to play a game just under floodlights. You would’ve required quite a few floodlights for it to be effective. I used to sometimes rig up a few torches for that big match night atmosphere 😂

Things like Subbuteo or Scalextric had a ‘hands on’ appeal that perhaps FIFA soccer lacks and that’s why their popularity continued for such a long time.

[Dipper]

I remember having to bugger about trying to slot bits of card into the scoreboard with team names on… I think. 

[Mutinyonthecounty]

I remember having to bugger about trying to slot bits of card into the scoreboard with team names on… I think. 

I remember having the same experience with the scoreboard.

I want to say that the set came with a model of the Jules Rimet trophy. The old World Cup trophy. Although the last time I had the set out I couldn’t find the trophy and the pitch has blood stains on it from when was playing once and got a nose bleed 😂

1970 of course was the tournament where England were knocked out by West Germany, having led 2-0 with 20 minutes to play. Alan Mullany and Martin Peters were the goal scorers for England.

Who would’ve thought that it would be another 12 years before England would make it to another World Cup which was Spain 82.

[Dipper]

Who would’ve thought that it would be another 12 years before England would make it to another World Cup which was Spain 82.

Maybe that was the price the F. A. had to pay for refusing to give Mr Clough the job.

[Stongwee53]

Yes the scoreboard was a pain when you wanted to change teams. I had a stand with naked spectators in who you was suppose to paint i think. Would spend ages sitting them all down for them to all get knocked over by a knee as you went to get to a player in the middle of the pitch. Great days subbuteo days where. Shame kids nowdays will never know. Mini metros was my scalextrix set. Had it for years going around the figure 8 track none stop for hours

[Dipper]

Mini metros was my scalextrix set. Had it for years going around the figure 8 track none stop for hours

I’d forgotten about that set. I Didn’t have the metros but always thought it looked a great one to go for.

I imagine these days the cost of electric would put many parents off of buying their kids any mains powered things.   

[Stongwee53]

I think i can still remember the distinct smell of scalextrix

[Mutinyonthecounty]

I think i can still remember the distinct smell of scalextrix

Absolutely. That is a smell of childhood. A mixture of track and burning and that electrical smell.

During the summer months did you ever have the Scalextric set up outside with a bigger track ? Me and my pals would consolidate all our track and set up this massive race track. I seem to remember us having to have more than one transformer.

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[Coffeeaddict39]

The highlight for me was referring to this hobby as a career, and yes it is.

[Mutinyonthecounty]

The highlight for me was referring to this hobby as a career, and yes it is.

39 years service this year my friend.

[Dipper]

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Neatly covering a few of the topics discussed here. Excellent stuff !

[GoldTop]

Great review - topped and tailed with good memories. Bravo. As an aside, I still have my Subbuteo set in the loft. And my Scalextric 300 set - complete with 2 x Triumph TR7s. Happy days.

[chandlerhandler]

I think i can still remember the distinct smell of scalextrix

heaven, those were the days

[chandlerhandler]

39 years service this year my friend.

that tops me, had my first punt in 1987 a few months after my mother passed away, I think it was revenge on an unsympathetic (ex) wife

[Scuderia Fan]

I’m confused. There appears to be two profiles for a Paige on the DL website.

I’m assuming you didn’t see the one with a picture? Or have I missed something?

[Stongwee53]

Absolutely. That is a smell of childhood. A mixture of track and burning and that electrical smell.

During the summer months did you ever have the Scalextric set up outside with a bigger track ? Me and my pals would consolidate all our track and set up this massive race track. I seem to remember us having to have more than one transformer.

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Cant say i ever had it outside did use my dads older set too make a bigger one although i remember it starting to struggle the further away the cars got from the starting grid. Spent all mine and my mates pocket money once on a brand new car that use to leave the metros in its wake. We could only afford 1 though unfortunately. As we got older scalextrix lost its appeal somewhat. And weekends where spent in internet cafes looking at what bits of porn we could find on there back in the day

[Dipper]

I’m confused. There appears to be two profiles for a Paige on the DL website.

I’m assuming you didn’t see the one with a picture? Or have I missed something?

Don’t think Paige has any pictures on the site these days.

[JamesPoppers]

Great review as always…

She’s in a league of her own.  I had a fucking awesome session with her a few weeks ago, which ended with me unusually emptying my load with my (covered) cock in her mouth, kneeling over her, high on poppers while I fucked her pussy for all it was worth with a dildo she’d started off herself then urged me to take over.

She never fails to deliver…

[Charliehutton]

First thing I do is get undressed and I’m on the bed wanking meself over a scruffy old porn magazine called ‘40+ Milfs’. I’ve become familiar with this mag over the years coming here and I flick straight to the page where a busty, dark haired princess is stuffing her fanny with her fingers and this starts me off nicely.

On my only visit to the place three or four years ago - also to see Paige, who must have found me incredibly dull company - I remember there being an old bongo mag on the chair, although I think it was a Razzle, so presumably they've changed it since. A great many of the pages were stuck together, and I wondered if it may have been a local custom for patrons to wipe their knobs on it, rather like signing a visitors book. They're a funny lot, up North....

[Allo]

I'm afraid I do not have such diverse requirements as some on here and yet she still gives me a great service! Caring, naughty, sexy, loves to be fucked. When you are giving it to her hard from behind you catch her looking intently into you eyes, with desire, in the mirror, great!

[Lincs.man1]

Great work once again MOTC, thank you

[fbarge]

Happy New Year my friends.

Christmas and New Year always makes me want to reflect on my childhood and it makes me sad because I have to think about my parents. Christmas 1970 was a highlight for me though, because I received a Subutteo World Cup Edition Brazil v Italy.

It contained a TV gantry, 2 teams, match officials, floodlights, scoreboard, corner flags and pitch. When I opened it up I was beyond excitement and my dad helped me set it all up on the dining room table after Christmas lunch, where we re-enacted the 1970 World Cup final, with all the excitement, the drama and arguments and it was just fantastic. Carlos Alberta, Jairzinho, Rivelino and of course Pele. It was magical.

When we finished I packed it all away and placed it on one of the shelves my dad had put up in the alcove in the dinning room next to the fire - all ready for the next tournament with my lovely dad. It never happened though.

And I spent time over this Christmas reflecting on that memory, and now it is the first week back after the Christmas vacation and I feel a bit fed up and I’m back working and I’ve promised myself that I would visit the Directors Lodge to see Paige. She is one of the best girls I’ve seen in my whole career and I ring up at 11am and old Lou answers the phone and she tells me that Paige is available at 2.15 so I say ‘yes’ and Lou asks that if I change my mind to let her know. I won’t be changing my mind.

At 2.05 I’m knocking on the door and I’m in and upstairs and paying my £10 entrance fee and Lou is setting out the towels and paper roll and I notice that they’ve not skimped on the central heating and it’s nice and warm. First thing I do is get undressed and I’m on the bed wanking meself over a scruffy old porn magazine called ‘40+ Milfs’. I’ve become familiar with this mag over the years coming here and I flick straight to the page where a busty, dark haired princess is stuffing her fanny with her fingers and this starts me off nicely and I think I will start early with the poppers.

Paige enters the room, looking like a stripper or hooker with nice underwear and thigh harness and that looks great and she is tanned and she has this short, cropped hair which is amazingly sexy I think. And she immediately takes the bottle of poppers and sits astride my thigh and asks me to take 2x10 seconds hits and her face is so close to mine and she is looking straight at me with a really kindly look on her face and telling me that I’m doing really well. And all the time she is rubbing her pussy backwards and forwards over my thigh.

And as soon as I’ve had the 2 hits she kisses me with her tongue and there is saliva dribbling from her lips into my mouth and all the time she is looking straight into my eyes and it is really intense. And I’m thinking whether Subbuteo missed out on this and whether they could come back and do a Directors Lodge edition. And this goes on for a while, Paige giving me poppers, talking to me, kissing me and then she asks me to get on all fours and she uses a cable tie (the sort you can get in B&Q) to restrain my balls nice and tightly and she threads a rope through and hands me the end of the rope and instructs me to pull as hard as I can on the rope and it feels amazing.

By this stage, my cock is rock hard and pulled all the way back and Paige then gets a sounding rod out and inserts it all the way into my cock and that just feels incredible. It feels like one, single, never ending orgasm. I have to ask her to stop a couple of times as I think I’m going to come. And then Paige gets round the front and pulls on the rope and gives me more poppers at the same time and I have no sense of time or what is happening and I can barely speak.

At this point, Paige says that I should worship her arse. And she gets on all fours and pulls her arse open and I start eating out her shitter with my best endeavours and Paige is providing the commentary and she says that she wished my wife was here to see me do this so she can see what a cunt I am. This goes on for a while and then I am on my back and Paige is masturbating me and sounding my cock with the rod and I know I am going to have to come.

So I think this will be fun - I get back on all fours with the rope in my hands over my shoulder and I wrap the rope around my neck and Paige pulls the rope with one hand whilst wanking me from behind with the other and I’m sniffing poppers and being choked and wanked simultaneously. And I come really hard and Paige keeps on milking my cock until there is nothing left and I am exhausted and can barely move and my cock is ultra sensitive.

But then Paige has to get the cable tie cutter out and this is the worst part as she is trying to get her fingers and the cable cutter in between my balls and the nylon cable. It’s a delicate operation. And she had to tell me to ‘just relax’ and she snipped it off (the cable tie). I still have the normal brace of testicles. I hand her £70 for her trouble. I ask Paige whether she is familiar with the outcome of the 1970 World Cup. She looks at me all weird like.

I have to say that Paige is great and I would recommend her. There is no rush and the pricing is spot on.

That night I decide to go for a walk whilst I still have Christmas 1970, Subbuteo, the 1970 World Cup and my dad on my mind. And I find myself passing by that house from 1970 and low and behold the curtains are open and the light is on and I can see straight into the dining room. And I stand there and gaze into that room for a minute or so and I picture me and my dad fighting out the last few minutes of that Christmas 1970 Subbuteo World Cup final and I think how wonderful that was and I also notice that the shelf my dad put up is still there. The one where I packed my Subbuteo set away, waiting the the next tournament that never came.

I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, like playing Subbuteo with my dad or summer picnics with my mum, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from it either or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.

When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves unhindered as few adults can.

The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.

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When we are young we have dreams, a lot of hopes which are the  "fleeting glimpse, out of the corner of my eye"
but as time passes we face setbacks, circumstances crush our hope, crush the ambition, our desire to achieve anything is crushed by the vicious circle of life, we forget what we wanted to be and just try to blend in, we get fainthearted, fear of failure and the thought of others criticism crushes us.
"The child is grown, The dream is gone." Pink Floyd

I really enjoy your reviews  and your take on life though not the drugs or the poppers - check my review of Charlie at Galaxy to get my sense of humour.

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[Mutinyonthecounty]

Broke Boys Cartel is a good song mate. I do like them as a band. I do have a slight reservation with them though…

Journalist: tell me about your musical influences
The Reytons: Early Arctic Monkeys
Journalist: do you have any other influences
The Reytons: No

That said, I quite like them lyrically and also their observations and humour. Clare’s Law is a good song too.

Thanks for the kind words pal

[webpunter]

I've just read & posted on your review posted today on Mercedes
Thought i'd have a glance at your other reviews
You certainly are a loyal punter with this gaff
Quality reporting Subutteo & cable ties ! 
Just as well Paige managed to get the tie orf ok [& much care needed with the cutter]
Had she not been successful in removing the tie a speedy trip to A&E needed [try explaining whats been going on !] assuming you wanna retain your fave brace 
Occasionally i'm passing by on the M1 really must do a pit stop & its only a couple of mins from the junction